She exchanged a look with Eirik, one of knowing, of encouragement. Whether I liked it or not, she was to be the third in my bed and take her share.
I’d expected Eirik to push himself into me, to begin the fucking he must intend. I knew the sex act well enough. Instead, he raised my hips to his waiting mouth.
I’d never felt a man’s tongue inside me. I would have twisted away, but that he held me tight. His laughter hummed against my sex, and then he ran his tongue through my slit, finding the nub I would press when I lay quietly at night.
I sighed in longing, wrapping my legs about his head, drawing him down further. His tongue gave me more pleasure than my husband’s member had ever done.
What a strange thing for a man to do, I thought.For what enjoyment is there in this for him?
But enjoyment there must have been, for his mouth ate me as ravenously as the wolf will take a goose, feathers and all. And I, the goose, was only too willing to be devoured.
When he raised his face, I caught a glimpse of something darker: the desire to pursue his lust.
Keeping my hips raised to him, he aligned his cock to my gaping wetness, holding me firm beneath my buttocks. I felt the first nudge of his swollen head, and then he entered, as smooth and easy as a knife through freshly set butter.
I looked up and saw Faline watching Eirik, watching the long thrusts, each of which brought a responding moan from me, from the new voice which was growing inside, stoked by the fuel of this man’s body.
She glanced down, into my face, and her expression seemed both gleeful, and filled with scorn: delighted to see me reduced, taken, constricted, I thought, yet resentful of my elevation into pleasure.
A crack of lightning broke directly overhead, so bright that it lit through the gap around the door. A deep, resonant rumble of thunder filled the room.
“Thor is watching us,” gasped Eirik. “Beating his hammer across the heavens for all to hear.”
He sank his cock into me once more.
“Hear Thor! He approves of our union.”
I opened to the length of him, his girth stretching me sweetly as it slid deep. His thrusts rolled into me, swivelling and grinding upwards, his cock pressing where I most desired it. His abdomen flexed with each stroke, and then he was bellowing, sending his cock on a final thrust of pulsing victory, filling me with his seed.
My voice began to rise, as I approached a place of searing pain and pleasure. I could not retreat from the warmth travelling through my bones, radiating through my skin. And then, I was no longer in the room but carried from my body, seeing white light.
His head thrown back, Eirik gave a triple wolf howl and began to laugh.
I lay panting, light-headed, the world having been born anew.
9
Islept well, rising in the early hours to pass water, and to drink. Returning to the bed, I looked down upon them; Eirik and Faline, her dark head tucked under his arm, her hair tumbled across his chest. In repose, she looked younger, her face without its customary frown. And both so peaceful, as if our passions had been but a dream.
I’d rested as Faline took her turn, coaxing Eirik back to stiffness with her mouth and hands. She’d ridden him to her own wail of abandon. His moans had spurred her on, until she was shouting her delight and clenching her buttocks down upon him. I could read the rhythms of her convulsions.
I’d seen her in many moods, from fury to contempt, jealousy and irritation, but this side of her, her sexual nature, was unfamiliar to me. I wondered if my own expression of ecstasy had been the same.
Eirik had then lain quiet between us, facing me, with Faline curled into his back. I’d thrilled to touch his chest and the taut muscles of his stomach. I’d stroked the hair of his groin and fastened my hand about the base of his shaft, feeling it grow again in my hand, so thick that my fingers could barely encompass it.
I’d moved my leg across his, opening myself to him again, slick with his semen and my desire, touching the fat head of him to my ready lips. I’d rubbed my ache upon his length, claiming my own pleasure, my body awakened to its knowledge of sexual desire, of fulfilment.
His hand had found my breast, cupping it to his mouth, suckling as I rocked my hips. Each gentle bite and squeeze of his tongue had brought a returning clutch from inside me, from the soft passage encasing him.
I’d fought to control my breath, and heard the same raggedness in his.
Meanwhile, Faline had looked at me over Eirik’s shoulder, her eyes glinting darkly. Her hands had appeared to work upon his buttocks, kneading, stroking. I fancied she placed her fingers between his cheeks as he moved within me. She’d bitten her lip to hear him gasp, and had pushed against him all the harder.
It was chill to stand without clothing, the fire having long extinguished. I returned to the warmth of their bodies, the smell of sex strong beneath the furs.
My hand stretched out to touch Eirik’s body once more.
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